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Went to Coney Island on Thursday.
Jun. 7th, 2012 12:40 amBecause it was the random day off that we get in June. Why they don't give kids that day off at the end of the year and make it one day shorter, I don't know. Two days shorter, I think we've got another one coming up.
It turned out to be perfect. The sand wasn't too hot to walk on, the water (to my surprise!) wasn't too cold to wade in, and while the beach wasn't empty it wasn't crowded either.
We went with Su and Deniz, and I insisted nobody go in past their knees at all. With four children I wasn't about to let them go an inch further. No bathing suits - silly me, I thought that'd encourage them to listen to the rules! - so their clothes got totally soaked and sandy. Well, it was a warm enough and sunny enough day, it all was bound to dry off.
Went to Luna Park after the beach part and the kids went on every single ride, and the splash-y ride over and over again. There were a few school groups there (private schools) but not enough for any real lines - perfect! They did NOT get to go on the Cyclone, because their wristbands don't cover that. Next year. Ana insists she's scared to go on it. I say that any child who is willing to go, in defiance of all common sense, in a machine that repeatedly flips you upside down while 20+ feet in the air should be perfectly fine on a wooden roller coaster. But we'll see. (Outside the plane ride, the one that goes upside down, I heard two teens discussing how scared they were to go on it. I felt like pointing out that my six year old niece wasn't scared at all... but I wouldn't've been scared to do it at six and you couldn't PAY me to go up there now! So it doesn't work the way you think it ought to. Seriously, Eva just barely meets 48 inches. I kept expecting them to throw her out of these rides, but they never did.)
LOL, I remember the first time *I* went on the Cyclone. It was my very first roller coaster, and I managed to get in the first seat. My dad was with me. We went up and up that very first hill, and as we approached the top it occurred to me to turn around and ask him how we were expected to get down! Boy, was I ever surprised! Every kid in the city ought to go on that one at least once before they're grown.
It turned out to be perfect. The sand wasn't too hot to walk on, the water (to my surprise!) wasn't too cold to wade in, and while the beach wasn't empty it wasn't crowded either.
We went with Su and Deniz, and I insisted nobody go in past their knees at all. With four children I wasn't about to let them go an inch further. No bathing suits - silly me, I thought that'd encourage them to listen to the rules! - so their clothes got totally soaked and sandy. Well, it was a warm enough and sunny enough day, it all was bound to dry off.
Went to Luna Park after the beach part and the kids went on every single ride, and the splash-y ride over and over again. There were a few school groups there (private schools) but not enough for any real lines - perfect! They did NOT get to go on the Cyclone, because their wristbands don't cover that. Next year. Ana insists she's scared to go on it. I say that any child who is willing to go, in defiance of all common sense, in a machine that repeatedly flips you upside down while 20+ feet in the air should be perfectly fine on a wooden roller coaster. But we'll see. (Outside the plane ride, the one that goes upside down, I heard two teens discussing how scared they were to go on it. I felt like pointing out that my six year old niece wasn't scared at all... but I wouldn't've been scared to do it at six and you couldn't PAY me to go up there now! So it doesn't work the way you think it ought to. Seriously, Eva just barely meets 48 inches. I kept expecting them to throw her out of these rides, but they never did.)
LOL, I remember the first time *I* went on the Cyclone. It was my very first roller coaster, and I managed to get in the first seat. My dad was with me. We went up and up that very first hill, and as we approached the top it occurred to me to turn around and ask him how we were expected to get down! Boy, was I ever surprised! Every kid in the city ought to go on that one at least once before they're grown.
